[Lyric] Afraid of the Dark? (Trickstaer)

(Channeling your ambiance)

Channel your ambiance
Channeling your ambiance
Channeling your ambiance
Channeling your ambiance

I stay woke smoke
Woke smoke mm, mm
Woke smoke mm, mm
Woke smoke

When I started I ain't have a ring, no fucking plan
It's kind of funny how I'm married to the game and it got so out of hand

I'm a running back
I'm a running back now with the ball in my hands
If I feel that match you can bet I'm lit

Cause when they happen starts look like ends
And what I go through look like demon heads
But I'm a G, I don't scream or spill
I be free like a soldier will
You a bitch, that ain't really my problem
Many girls try to get in my pockets
Ugh, yeah make me nauseous
Heart dips with each step I progress

Cause I'm blessed
I don't eat til you know what's next
I don't sleep til we make them moves and get that bread
For what I said, lay on my lap and rest your head

If I need that drink I'll drink that gaja
Smoking on that ganja, get that kush
I'm out of my conscious, I

You know I work and I work
Imma get what I deserve
Deny my position somebody might die if I'm feeling absurd

Mmm, yeah
Gone up close
I touched that no-no zone
Guala inside my bones
Hustle inside my bones

Mmm, yeah
I don't feel wrong
I always shot my shot
You stay with what you got and I just keep my eyes on top so
I be telling that naked truth
Staying trill, that's vibrating news
She turn on channel 52
And I put faith in what we pursue

My reputation they been trying to kill
But fuck it man, what's real is real
And if they need it I'll be here to sing
All the music they've been afraid to play

Like
Oh, oh
Are you afraid of the dark? (no, no, no, no)
La-la-la, no question what I got (no, no, no, no)

My roof filled with shooting stars
Every time they hear my songs
You might need to clutch your heart

(my roof filled with shooting stars)
(Every time they hear my songs)
(You might need to clutch your heart)
(Pool tables) (Pool tables)